Go on, Paul, and forget the sentimental folly that unmans you." Something in her words seemed to sting or wound him.

His face darkened, and he put her away, saying briefly, "Let it be so then.

In an hour we must go." On the evening of the same day, Lady Trevlyn and her daughter sat together in the octagon room at the Hall.

Twilight was falling and candles were not yet brought, but a cheery fire blazed in the wide chimney, filling the apartment with a ruddy glow, turning Lillian's bright hair to gold and lending a tinge of color to my lady's pallid cheeks.

The girl sat on a low lounging chair before the fire, her head on her hand, her eyes on the red embers, her thoughts--where?
My lady lay on her couch, a little in the shadow, regarding her daughter with an anxious air, for over the young face a somber change had passed which filled her with disquiet.
"You are out of spirits, love," she said at last, breaking the long silence, as Lillian gave an unconscious sigh and leaned wearily into the depths of her chair.
"Yes, Mamma, a little." "What is it?
Are you ill ?" "No, Mamma; I think London gaiety is rather too much for me.